That Mess Of Her

Her eyes twitched as the warm air of the dryer fell on her face. She said "ouch" as the hairdresser pulled her hair downwards, carefully brushing them, stroking them into straight threads of silk.

"Ma'am, the curls are strong, it will pain a bit, please bear, you should have washed and come". "I washed this morning, these are my natural curls", she retorted. A surprised hairdresser went on to do his job. His wry smile made her think. If only she had been told messy is beautiful from the beginning, she would wear her curls with pride!